I want this.Us.A family.
And everything that comes with it.
“Nathan—” Adrianna begins, quiet, uncertain, bracing herself.
I take her hand and turn my head, pressing a kiss to her temple, and answer another one of Bella’s machine-gun questions because it buys me time.
Truth?
I’m a coward.
Because I know exactly what Adrianna is about to say.
Something like,you can’t just move us in.
Or maybe,I didn’t agree to this.
Or the one that really kept me up all night,this is only temporary, Nathan.
Because here's the thing.She doesn’t believe me yet.
She doesn’t trust that I’m staying.
And, fuck, that hurts.
It slices through me in a way that fame never could.
Because I want her to believe me.
I want her to know that her husband—her only husband—isn't going anywhere.
Not today.
Not tomorrow.
Not in sixteen more years.
Bella launches into another excited question, this one about guitars shaped like stars, and I grin and answer her, grateful for the distraction.
But behind her laughter, behind Adrianna’s quiet breathing beside me, my inner voice whispers inside my head, and God, it’s so fucking annoying.But it’s right.
I love Ad with all my heart, and I want her to be mine forever.
Then maybe you should tell her, asshole.
Shit.
I do need to tell her.
Tonight.
Tomorrow.
Soon.
But first?
I need to show her the house.
